Alison was in quite a state by this point. Her totally hot experience being topped on their first date had opened the door to her submissive side, but what Avery was doing to her tonight felt like driving a dump truck through that door. And indeed, she felt like a shambles from the overwhelming force with which every boundary she didn’t even know she had was being identified, tested, toyed with, and quite thoroughly shattered. The thing she could not have known without actually experiencing it was how ungodly sexy that very process was for her, how spicy an erotic sauce the fear of each new outrage, how much of a turn on to be that vulnerable and have her nose rubbed in that fact by being carefully tortured in each erogenous zone, and how each orgasm wrung from her in this manner exceeded
